One gate. Red gate...

One gate... 

    Red gate...

Two gate...

Blue gate...

 I am drawn into the foyer of a front yard. 

A private entrace into the house.
A space to greet friends.
A place to remove shoes.
An outdoor room to revel in a summer nite.



A small book...

     

     

Paper rolls, sections of ribbon, and a piece of twine...



Immagination, scraps of paper, and a little time...

  

Leaves you with a small book of magical travel vignettes.



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Where's the post?

Where's the post been? In my dreams. A lack of dreamless sleep leads to a lack of creative thoughts. I am awake with Newton. Poor Newton. He was given his third strike last week (urinary blockage). After having surgery to remove the last external male attribute he had - he is restless. He seems more concerned about the shaved area on his front leg and his rear paw. I thought he would be looking for his lost member. Nope. I take the cone off so he can eat and do a little self-cleaning (above the waist). He goes after his leg and paw with vigor - to me he seems agitated as if he was given a bad haircut. He is a handsome cat - so everyone tells him. I think it went to his head. No worries Newton - the hair will grow back.

Meet Einstein...

Is there such thing as a cat model? Meet Einstein. Not only is he photogenic, he poses for the camera. I hold the camera to take a shot and I swear he cocks he head to one side as if to say - "I'm ready for my close up".

It is Spring...

 

   Beatiful tulip-like flowers, growing like groundcover.

  Delicate white blossoms falling like snow.

 Trees and bushes awash in a color.

The daytime temperatures have been in the 70s.

The air is warm and clear.  

Everywhere I go there is a splash of color.

I think to myself, it is Spring.



It must be Spring...

This bearded iris is striking.  Standing alone in a dormant flowerbed, it broke into bloom a day or so ago. It must have thought it was Spring, and I can't blame it. The sunny skies over the last few days seemed to echo Spring.  It is a vibrant reminder that Spring is on its way.

Ahh coffee...

I feel tired, a little sluggish. Ready or not, my morning starts without me. My moment comes in the form of a hot, dark, slightly bitter, hint of creamy vanilla goodness. Ahh coffee... I savor the moment with a warm cup in my hands. Breathing in warmth, breathing out calm. My morning meditation.